Qing Qian

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her.

Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away.

Ying Zijin: "I'll leave then. No need to see me off."

While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action. 

The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, "Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything."

The heir to a global economic monopoly said, "Ying family? What's that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?"

The number one martial artist in the country asked, "Who dares to bully my master?"

The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, "That's my sister."

A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, "Sure, then call me brother-in-law."

The influential figures were confused.

When the real heiress' true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back.

The international powerhouse family said, "Sorry, let me introduce her. This is our real heiress."

Reborn as a king, making a strong comeback and launching a counterattack!

The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

The sunlight suddenly fluttered down, casting its glow on his ethereal and extraordinarily handsome face.


After a moment, her gaze drew inward, and she slightly furrowed her brows, wondering why such a comparison came to her mind.


"Seventh... Seventh Young Master..." Lu Zhi's body was stiff as she forced a smile, "Why didn't you say you were coming in advance?"


Fu Yunshen, however, paid no attention, he lazily straightened his body, curling his lips with a smile, "What a coincidence, kid."


Ying Zijin snapped back to reality and looked up.


At that moment, the man was slightly leaning forward, with a faint scent of Jade and Agarwood spreading from his collar, intertwining with his breath in an enthralling manner.


His peach blossom eyes were deep and passionate, always gentle.


When he seriously looked at someone, he could almost drown them in his gaze.


017 How are you planning to thank your brother?